History Changers is a reflective glimpse into a futuristic world where heirloom seeds and gardeners are a rarity because of a dramatic environmental incident. It challenges teens to rebel against the low expectations society places on them and pursue a relationship with their Creator.
Kojak is not your average computer. He was designed by David - a brilliant scientist. And 13 year old Andy considers Kojak to be his best mate. One afternoon in the year 2057, Andy types in a command sequence and activates one of David’s inventions which Kojak has secretly been working on... It’s the start of a series of history changing adventures for everyone...
History Changers is a time travel series with miscellany to beguile reluctant readers. It’s a reflective glimpse into a futuristic world where heirloom seeds and gardeners are a rarity because of a dramatic environmental incident. And it challenges teens to rebel against the low expectations society places on them and pursue a relationship with their Creator.
Excerpt
December 21, 2022 14:31 hours
I was conscious of the kaleidoscope of colours which surrounded me... Rippling... swirling colours and undefined shapes... A thudding sound, which might have been my own heart beating wildly... My rippling surroundings slowly took shape... Unfamiliar plants... unfamiliar people in unfamiliar clothing... Unfamiliar building materials...
A new, bizarre, unfamiliar world that was definitely not mine. Or David’s...
Friendship flourishes at the fountain of forgiveness.
-William Arthur Ward
December 21, 2057 14:35 hours
David rubbed his chin pensively.
“Kojak - I’m overriding all previous directives you’ve been given and placing you into Administrator maintenance mode... Begin by showing us all archives of the last five minutes of conversation you’ve had with Andy. That will still be in your short-term memory files.”
“It’s classi...fied... chat,” protested Kojak.
“Spit it out or I’ll override you as Administrator anyway.”
“O...kay.”
Kojak replayed the conversation between them. Everyone listened in stunned disbelief. David broke the flabbergasted silence.
“Well... That was a rather interesting chat between mates,” he said diplomatically.
“Kojak! You got conned into doing something wild by a thirteen year olds logic!” groaned Leo.
“Ex...pl...or...a...tive... pl...ay,” whimpered Kojak.
December 21, 2022 14:40 hours
I stood mesmerized by the procession of passer-bys. Some scurried by... others dawdled past... I stared at a group of chatting girls with bejewelled faces wearing red hats with furry white ends... Another laughing trio wore antlers on their heads - like the deer I had once seen in a book... A young man with purple hair and a smouldering paper stick in his mouth looked directly at me and said “cool threads” as he walked past me. I wondered what type of mutation had caused his hair to change colour.
The groups of people communicated with each happily. Some chatted to each other in completely unrecognizable languages. However the majority seemed to speak a local dialect of English... I understood some of the words but their conversation was perforated by words that were not on the Watchers communications list - like cool-threads, bogan, skimpy and chuck-a-sickie.
The sea of humanity wore all manner of dress. Tidy clothing which covered most of their skin... hardly any clothing which exposed most of their skin... casual shorts and T-shirts like David had been wearing. One group wore a red and white uniform with black belts and matching red and white hats. A pale skinned girl wore black clothes which matched her black mutant lips... No one seemed to be wearing smart clothes like mine though.
I found myself drawn towards a huge garden which enclosed a flat green carpet. I stood on it and absorbed the sounds and smells around me... Stale sweat intermingled with astringent cologne from a passerby... a fresh, salty smell carried by a faint breeze... a wisp of scent from the nearby flowering shrub... an earthy aroma from the carpet I was standing on. I looked more closely at the carpet then reached down and felt it. I realized with surprise that it was growing from the ground... I sank down on the living carpet and forced myself to take several calming breaths.
I had no idea where I was, but wherever it was, I knew it wasn’t Zone 5. Or Zone 1.
“Kojak!? Where are we?” I hissed, pushing away my alarm.
Silence.
I looked down, surprised that Kojak hadn’t replied. The screen of my pendant was blank.
“Oh no... What have I done to you big brother?!” I whispered sadly.
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